Identity Fraud Maze 2 Novels & Stories

Her so-called MBA from a prestigious business school was a fake certificate she had bought on the black market for eight thousand dollars. The second document contained her surgical records from a cosmetic surgery clinic. She had undergone a complete facial reconstruction, involving her chin, nose bridge, cheekbones, and the corners of her eyes. The total cost came to 680 thousand dollars, and she still owed 120 thousand dollars. The third stack contained her debt collection records. Her online loans, credit card debt, and loans from loan sharks added up to more than two million dollars. Every single one had been taken out under Conner's name as guarantor.

I wondered, panting heavily as I dropped my legs on the floor, winching when my bare feet met the cold floor. I grabbed my laptop, my fingers dancing crazily as I typed in my name but there was nothing, as if I never existed. Jayce Beckett was no longer registered on the system. "What?" I whispered, my eyes widened as I lazily typed in my fake name and felt my pulse quickened when I found my fake information on the internet, replacing my real identity. Jayce Beckett or anything that could lead to my life as a federal agent had been wiped out of the internet, replaced with this fake identity and things that shouldn't really interest my targets.

Aurora asked. “He had excellent forgeries. Social security number, driver’s license, references. Our screening process is good, but it’s not designed to catch professional-level identity theft.” Diego’s expression was grim. “Which means whoever hired him has resources. Connections. Money.” “Goran,” Kieran said flatly. “Almost certainly. But proving it—” Diego shook his head. “Matthews vanished. No trace. Paid in cash, no bank accounts we can track. He’s a ghost.”

Owen asked with a grimace. "Yeah, Robert Maverick, if I wasn't a pro in this game, and if I wasn't so close to your mummy, I would have believed your mom did this. There is a portal on the company's database that only your mom could access to make those withdrawals. To bypass the authentication, only someone very close to your mom could have been able to answer any of those five difficult and personal questions myself, inclusive. Did your mom make any new friends after I was gone?” Owen squeezed his face in thought one more time before he finally said.

"The deceased men found under bridge…" "Yeah, not the same guy." I nodded and said, "Many identities. He can use many identities for transport, food and for his daily necessities. But he can only use one Identity for drawing money, right? Because if we draw money from various identity, the back will automatically block us from transaction." He let out a chuckle and said, "Hold on. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back." And walked out of the cabin. Since, Ace helped me out last night, I'll return a favour for him. This is only a favour. Nothing more than that.

But with this much potential overhead, I know that our funding agents will want an accurate and legal set of data to pull--data that won't raise questions for tampering. So inhaling slowly, I focus on my heartbeat as her browser hits the government page that automatically appears when one of our badge numbers are scanned. It's a dummy page, one that acts real enough, but was set up by Black Eagle to circumvent the real Department of Defense website. According to the US government, we don't exist, but on rare occasions when we need to have identities, they are all filed away under a "special unit" of the FBI and CIA. The moment my credentials clear, the nurse's demeanor brightens, her smile g

A few days ago… To everyone, it was a typical day. For Maya, however, it was the day she hit rock bottom. Her life and everything was getting worse. Maya sat on the chair, watching the plane she was supposed to be in, took off. After being framed and forced to leave her job, Maya wanted nothing more than, take a break. However, even that plan didn’t work for her when she was scammed with a false plane ticket. It was utterly stupid in modern society, but Maya then realized why identity theft was so possible.

What kind of breech they were facing would ultimately decide their next move. "You have a data crawler." The guy-what was his name again?-pushed back from the desk and faced George. "What the hell is that?" "This one's looking for financial information. It crawls your system picking up card numbers, social security information. Looks like you have someone trying to steal identities. Common criminal shit. I've cleaned up your system, you shouldn't have any more issues, but for those people whose information is out there, it's out there." "Fuck." That was potentially good information.

I will pick you] I huffed and stuffed the phone back into my handbag. The more he acted domineering, the more anger I felt. My phone pinged again. I took it out. My eyes went wide as I glanced at the credit alert on the screen. Who the hell spent that much on a dress? Or was he thinking money would sway me? ‘And now the hell did he know my account number?’ I wondered. But I remembered I worked in his business, so it wouldn't take much to dig it out.

"Ma'am, we've been able to get some information concerning the attack", Ramirez said over the phone the next day. Rita was just preparing to have an online meeting with some investors when Ramirez's call came in. "Shoot", Rita ordered. "First, we discovered that he has no email, no bank accounts linked to him. The only thing we linked to him was a phone number we traced to a burner phone", he said. It wasn't much but Rita was grateful for their help. It made her feel much better after hearing this information.